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Everything blurs in the background until there’s only one perpendicular line of contact, from my irises to hers. As if there’s a whole other world behind our retinas—one that seeks to speak and to be listened to.
“If there were magic in this world, why would there be people suffering everywhere? Why would the people who inflict that suffering upon them walk freely with no punishment? If there were magic out there…� Her eyes widen, her lips slowly parting in surprise. “If there were any magic in this world, then why is it so fucked up?�
